Vincent's pov
I was staring at projected revenue reports on my computer screen when my office door opened.
"Mr. Ashford?" Wicket stepped inside with a tense expression. "There's something you need to know."
I looked up from the screen, noting the way he was gripping his tablet a little too tightly. Wicket had been my assistant for years, he knew better than to interrupt me unless it was important.
"What is it?"
"I've been monitoring competitor activities like you asked," he said, moving closer to my desk. "And I just heard something concerning. The Horton Group has set its eyes on the land in the northern region."
"What?" I stood up slowly. "The northern property? Are you certain?"
"My source is reliable, sir. Apparently, Horton Group has been doing site surveys in that area. They'
